The chief husband is too affectionate

Chapter 870 Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng 11
Feng Yueming obviously didn't expect that she was stunned for a moment.

Xia Xingchen thought about it, and quietly left here, as if he had never been here before.

Feng Yueming didn't push this girl away immediately, did it mean...the status of this girl in his heart is very different?

If Feng Yueming fell in love with someone else in the world he wove, would he wake up immediately?

Despite thinking this way, Xia Xingchen still felt a strange feeling in his heart.

The music at the entrance of the bar is melodious, accompanied by elegant cello and singers playing and singing.

The bars here are completely different from the bars in country Z. The bars in country Z are full of hustle and bustle, and the deafening music seems to be unable to save those fallen souls. Under the background of feasting and feasting, everything is indulgence and madness.

But the bars here are completely different from those in Country Z.

The door of the bar is open, and there are soul singers playing guitar or cello playing songs, which is extraordinarily elegant and romantic, like a shelter from the wind.

Sometimes, when the singer's interest comes, he will invite the audience to sing together on the same stage.

Attracted by the elegant sound of the cello, Xia Xingchen went in and sat alone on a seat at the bar.

She ordered a glass of juice and listened to the singer's pure, earthy voice and ballads.

"Miss, do you want to come together?" The singer who had just finished singing said to her in unfamiliar English after taking a sip of fruit juice.

Xia Xingchen was startled, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but seeing the deep smile and sincere eyes in the singer's eyes, she finally nodded.

There were sparse applause in the bar.

On Universal Island, not many people come to the bar.

"You sing, and I'll talk about the guitar for you." The handsome male singer pointed to his own guitar, and then to the microphone beside him.

Xia Xingchen actually doesn't like singing very much, and doesn't know too many songs.

Standing in the center of the stage, she saw pairs of expectant eyes looking at her, as if hoping to hear something different from her mouth.

Xia Xingchen was a little embarrassed, and when he was thinking about how to deal with it, he suddenly remembered a foreign folk song.

It was her favorite English song in her previous life.

The melody of the song adopts a simple and colloquial style, and the progress is mainly based on the sound level. Although the lyrics are relatively plain, but after careful savoring, you can accidentally taste the bitterness that is real to unreal.

Like a magical knife, the knife cuts through the heart, but it cuts through the false mask, exposing the deepest pain in your heart.

The village that can't go back, the city that can't enter, is five hundred miles.

"If you miss the train I'mon (if you miss the train I'm on)

YouwillknowthatIamgone (YouwillknowthatIamgone)

You can hear the whistle blow ahundred miles (you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles away)"

A melodious and soothing singing voice flowed from Xia Xingchen's mouth, and the whole bar suddenly fell silent.

It seemed that everyone was moved by Xia Xingchen's faint singing voice. The lyrics were not very gorgeous, and the style of the song was not very meteoric, but it made people feel unspeakably sad.

Pairs of eyes stared at her in unison.

This woman's voice is not that touching, and her singing skills are only average.

But the song sang from her mouth, but it seemed to have a kind of magic power, which inexplicably attracted everyone.

This woman is young, but everyone can tell from her singing that she must be a person with a story.

(End of this chapter)